Dark pages from Nairi Hunanyan’s life

“For many years I was tortured by the question whether it was worth writing what I am going to write as follows.

There are some things, which sometimes are better to keep silent in order to let time erase unpleasant memories from people’s brain, or maybe vice versa; keep the story fresh, for non-repetition of the story it is worth to speak, write and do not let them forget.

The topic is very sensitive and will have the strictest criticism and attacks, but in order not to blame me later, I will just speak about what I personally saw and heard and I will even stay away from expressing my opinion.

I had a very bosom friend during my university years.

What about Soviet and my thought about that. I cannot say that I liked Karen Serobich, or that he was the idol of majority of Armenians, as today, but still, I was not filled with hatred towards him as my friend was.

My friend really hated him and he was not even afraid to express that if possible he would punish “today’s Vasak Mamikonyan”.

Two years later I was taken to the Soviet army to serve. When I heard the beginning of Karabakh Movement and the subsequent events in the army, I did not cease to wonder how our friend could predict these things step by step.

After serving in the army, I was lucky to be the first person who raised the Armenian flag over the Parliament entrance of the conference hall.

I even forgot about our old friend. Years passed and Tigran and our friend completely deleted from my memory.

When I was in an American prison, I learned about the terrorism in my country.

I do not know, I cannot say how long I am sitting in this prison. May be I will have a long, long, time to understand it, but now I just do not agree with this at this moment, no, I disagree, I do not want to hear any explanation".